Wherein Doubts Are Had

Lucky strode with purpose into the storm. That purpose fled with the surroundings. Whithin seconds he was ensconced in swirling brown-ness. He turned around. The bar was no longer there. Oh, it was still there, Lucky just couldn't see it. This wasn't like that one time when the world tore itself down and then rebuilt itself in front of Lucky's horrified eyes. It took a week for his voice to come back, he screamed it away so violently. The next day Lucky had no voice and no recollection of why it had gone away. These two problems made explaining to the unpleasant men with guns why he was naked and inside a military base.

But getting back to this now, this now has almost nothing in common with that then. The world was not changing, it was just blowing a lot.

Lucky thought about retreating back to the relative safety of the bar. There was less wind in there. A conspicuous lack of wind, now that Lucky thought back on it. Why hadn't the saloon doors been blowing and banging in the wind? Why hadn't there been dust all over the place. These were interesting questions and Lucky very much wanted to find out the answers to them. By sitting inside the non-blowy, non-dusty bar. Preferably close to Jane. Jane's lap was warm. Lucky missed it something fierce, in spite of the fact that he had only just met her. Thinking of Jane brought another thought to his mind.

"I left the bar looking like such a bad ass." Lucky said to the wind. "Iconic. I can't just scamper back in there complaining about a little wind. Fuck." Lucky half hoped that the wind was swallowing up his words half hoped that it was carrying them straight to Jane's ears. He whole hoped that she would come running through those doors oddly unaffected by the storm and yell after him. Beg him to stay a spell.

But she didn't.

"Still," Lucky thought out loud, "maybe walking back in there wouldn't look that bad. Maybe even laugh about it later. Her and I, naked, content in the afterglow. Drinking and laughing, glad and embarrassed that I came back. Fuck."

But Lucky knew that he wouldn't stroll back into the bar, he had his pride. He had chosen a path of action and he wasn't going to turn from it so quickly.

Plus he had no idea how to get back to where he so longed to be.

"Fuck."